🎨 Living in Bright Color: No Apologies, No Beige Allowed
Living in Bright Color
Some people are perfectly happy living in beige. Neutral walls, tidy routines, safe little boxes. Not me. I live in bright color — which means I wake up every day not quite sure where my brain is going to take me. 🎨✨ Some mornings it’s sewing, other days it’s beads, and sometimes it’s me standing in the garage hypnotized by fire. (Don’t judge — fire is fabulous.)
Most of the time, I’m right-brained. That side of me is all chaos, creativity, and shiny new ideas that refuse to sit still. Back when I was working, though, I had to lean hard on my left brain — and I mean literally, my life and the lives of others depended on it. Left brain is structure, order, rules, and laser focus. Right brain is freedom, imagination, and mess. And now that I’m retired? The right brain is running this circus.
Because living in bright color means ditching the beige and safe choices. It’s chasing the ideas that don’t make sense, mixing pink with orange just because it feels good, and laughing at the mess along the way. It’s fire, beads, pet ghosts, and projects that may or may not get finished. It’s loud, unapologetic, and never boring — because life’s too damn short to live in grayscale. 🌈🔥
Speaking of fire, let me explain. Watching my laser burn through wood is my version of ASMR (Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response). If you don’t know what that is, it’s when sounds or visuals give you that oddly satisfying, tingly, calming feeling. Some people get it from whispering or tapping. I get it from the crackle, the glow, and the slow scorch of fire through wood. Hypnotic. Peaceful. Weirdly addicting.
Then there’s color — COLOR COLOR COLOR!!! 🌈 I want it all. Bold. Bright. Loud. The more it clashes, the better. My happy place is surrounded by color explosions and creative mayhem. And I don’t sit still well. I love working with my hands, but I also love jumping from project to project. Some people call that ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). Maybe it is. But honestly? I think we all have it to some degree. I just refuse to treat it like an excuse or a crutch.
So what does a “bright color” day look like for me? Well, Mike’s at his mom’s, so it’s just me, Moxie, and Tula. If I head into the garage, there’s always the risk of Moxie pulling a classic “Moxie move” 🐾 (which usually involves chaos and me cleaning up after it). Thursdays are usually sewing days, but I’ve also got a few pet ghosts drying out there. They need snazzy beads, a charm or 2, some paint, and of course, a house — which just so happens to be a jar I’ve been decorating. 👻✨
What to do, what to do? That’s the thing about living in bright color: it’s not about the perfect plan or the perfect outcome. It’s about the joy of starting, the thrill of creating, and the freedom to change your mind halfway through. Retirement is exhausting. 😂 But I highly, highly recommend it.
